Not As Planned
by AlwaysATexasGirl
Summary: All Sandy wanted to do was visit her family, but with SpongeBob tagging along, she know's her vacation won't turn out as she had intended it too. Could this trip change thier relationship? Or will an uninvited guest ruin the possibility? (Spandy)
1. The Accident

**Author's Note: Hey! It's been a while since I've posted something and I thought why not write a story where it's not based in the ocean? I decided to make this multi-chapter story and here's the first chapter, hope you like it!**

**Disclaimer: I don't own any of the SpongeBob SquarePants characters mentioned in this fanfiction… that's why it's called**_** fan**_**fiction :)**

_There she was, mixing an ingredient into her mysterious concoction._

He smiled deviously. This would be a surprise she wouldn't forget anytime soon. He had to wait for her to stop pouring liquid into a beaker, so he could begin with his attack_. _

_Squirrels were high tempered, especially this one, and who knows what would happen if his attack happened at the wrong time. _The scientist paused for a moment, examining her potion as if it were a priceless painting.

_This was his chance._

The attacker sprang up and made a karate stance in the air, running towards her, he swung his gloved hand in her direction shouting "Hi-ya_!"_

The scientist pushed him aside. "_SpongeBob_! Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Sorry Sandy." SpongeBob's attack hadn't gone as planned. Sandy didn't even have her karate gloves in her lab coat this time. "You seemed a bit down so I thought a little karate might cheer you up..."

"Nothin's gonna cheer me up till this works!"

"Have you already tried it out?" SpongeBob said hiding behind a flask, making a silly face.

"When I'm finished. But I'd like to do this alone."

"What about Karate? And Patrick's waiting outside for us all to go to Jellyfish Fields! Can't you take a break?"

"No! If I don't get this done-"

"Let Pat and me help you!" SpongeBob suggested, but immediately knew that was a bad idea. "Or I'll help and make sure Patrick stays _away_ from your lab at the same time!"

"SpongeBob. I have a 48 hour deadline."

At first SpongeBob relaxed. 48 was a big number -_right_? Then he did the math in his head and noticed Sandy _didn't_ have a lot of time. "That only gives you two days to finish this! _We_'ve got to get to work!" He exclaimed and quickly grabbed a jar. "I'll fix it Sandy! I know what to do!" He kneeled down ready to pour the substance in the jar into a beaker, but Sandy pulled him away before he could damage anything.

"SpongeBob. Please. I'm stressed out enough how it is. It's almost finished. I gotta get this thing ready for testin' by tomorrow, I really don't want to lose any packing time."

A smile crept on to SpongeBob's face. "Pack? Are you gonna take a break from inventing?"

"Kind of."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" SpongeBob pulled Sandy into a quick hug.

"For what?"

"For _finally_ taking a break from your job so you can play with us!"

"I won't be able to play with y'all."

The sponge looked up to her. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not packin' my lab equipment away. I'm planning on spending time with my family. I'm packing for Texas." The squirrel confessed and mentally prepared herself for a bunch of tears and 'whys?' from the sea creature in front of her. But instead she opened her eyes to see him jumping excitingly.

"Can I come with you? Please Sandy! It'll be so much fun! We can have barbed Q's and we can go line dancing! Patrick taught me how to do that recently and- LET'S TAKE PATRICK WITH US! Sandy, you gotta let us come with you!"

She put some chemicals on a high shelf just in case SpongeBob decided to 'help' her again. "Y'all can't come."

"Why not? Is it another boring science convention? I can be quiet! Please let me come! I can't stand it when you're gone!"

"He really can't." Patrick must have gotten tired of waiting outside, "SpongeBob cried like a baby the whole time."

"I did not-"

Patrick ignored his best friend and smiled goofily at Sandy. "He also talked about all the stuff he liked about you, like your huge buck teeth and-"

SpongeBob, facing Sandy, elbowed his friend making the starfish forget what he had been saying seconds before.

"Sorry about that." SpongeBob nervously played with his hands as Sandy walked back to her desk and sniffed her experiment. She looked disgusted. "I think I'm gonna put some acorn flavoring in this."

The sponge watched her leave and then laid his eyes on the strange mix of chemicals Sandy had been putting together. "I wonder what this does." He shook it lightly to watch the colors mix into each other.

"Just drink it and we'll find out." Patrick suggested.

"I can't do that, Sandy doesn't like it when we play with her experiments."

The sea star rolled his eyes. "Think about it SpongeBob. It's not playing; It's helping. When Sandy sees that you tried out her drink, you can tell her how to make it better."

SpongeBob sniffed it and put mix back onto the desk. "It smells awful."

"Pfft. Scaredy-Cat."

"I am not a scaredy-cat!" SpongeBob pushed Patrick aside as he reached for Sandy's mixture, but Patrick already held it I his hands. "Give me that!" Both friends stopped fighting as they felt something wet spill onto their feet.

"Barnacles! Sandy's gonna kill us for this!" SpongeBob kneeled down next to what had once filled the glass container, only to watch his hands absorb it.

"Woah. How'd you do that?" Patrick asked.

The sponge stared at the spot on the ground where the liquid once was. "I-I didn't _want to_ a-absorb that! Patrick, we better get outta here before-"

It was too late.

Sandy Cheeks already stood in the lab doorway with the last ingredient in her hands.

"Why do y'all wanna get outta here?"

SpongeBob jumped up and Patrick, still holding the empty beaker, pointed accusingly to SpongeBob.

"SpongeBob's hands ate your weird drink."

The sponge ran up to her. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to absorb it... all I wanted was to-" He stopped mid-sentence and inhaled, just to cough the water back out afterwards. His eyes widened as he started choking on the water running down his throat. _'What's wrong with me?'_

Sandy tore off SpongeBob's helmet and the sponge, who was now slightly green due to his yellow color and lack of oxygen, fainted.

Her serum had done the opposite of what it should have done.

Sandy started pressing her paws on SpongeBob's chest to squeeze the water out of him, which was ironic since he was a sponge. He wouldn't wake up. A tear streaked down her cheek, but then she remembered another way to revive a person.

Sandy hesitated before taking a deep breath. Survival training was something she rarely thought of, but the first aid lessons reappeared in her mind as her friend lay unconscious on the floor. The squirrel bent down over to him, closed her eyes and began to do CPR. After a few attempts to get any extra water out of him and cardiopulmonary resuscitation, Sandy pressed her ear on his chest.

'_He's breathing!'_

She was overjoyed when SpongeBob's blue eyes fluttered open. Sandy bent down and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're alive! For a second I thought I lost ya, Spongy!"

SpongeBob blushed slightly at the nickname, but then frowned. "Why do I taste acorns?"

"I...uh... do you know what CPR is?"

He shook his head and listened to Sandy explain it, although Patrick didn't want to believe what the scientist was saying.

"I think we all know that isn't really how it went..."

"What?" The squirrel loosened her grip on SpongeBob.

"It was obvious that you _wanted_ to kiss him."

There was a visible pink color on Sandy's cheeks. "I did not kiss him! Y'all were the ones playin' in a dangerous laboratory; there was no other way to revive him!"

"So you saved him with true loves kiss!" Patrick ended Sandy's 'story' with a goofy smile.

SpongeBob blushed and pointed to his water helmet on the floor. "Sandy? Can you maybe give me my helmet?"

"You won't need that anymore."

"Is that what the potion did?" SpongeBob stared at Sandy in awe, and then jumped up. "I can breathe air!" He said and deeply inhaled the oxygen. He started dancing around Sandy's yard. "I can breathe air! I don't need a helmet around Sandy anymore! I can ki-" he stopped in his tracks when he noticed that Sandy was staring at him shocked and unhappy at the same time.

"I guess now you have to take me with you on your vacation, huh?" SpongeBob smirked.

"Shoot!" Sandy went back to her desk. "What am I gonna do?"

"Sandy..." SpongeBob began as he put a hand on her shoulder, but the squirrel flinched away.

"Why'd you do this? Now I'm gonna have to move back for sure!"

"_Move_?"

"Go away-"

But he didn't. "Can't you fix it?"

"No! I've been trying to 'fix' this darn thing for months and y'all just came in here and ruined it!" She screamed, Patrick froze when he saw her staring straight at him. "Should I start running now?" The starfish asked and didn't wait for a reply to start sprinting out of the door. Sandy hesitated for a second, as if she was going to run after him, but then she just sulked back onto the floor.

"Sandy? You said you're just _visiting _Texas_."_

"My bosses weren't real clear about the purpose of this trip." Sandy confessed. "I ain't gonna stay there. I can't. I don't know what in tarnation those chimps are thinkin'! They sent me a letter saying I should take a break and get used to the climate in Texas, and I do wanna see my family but it's my duty to study y'all _and _build these crazy gadgets as which half of 'em only work underwater. My job would be useless up there. Me being able to breathe water was supposed to make my bosses change their minds. Now I have no serum which means no gills or plan whatsoever to show them that I'm better off down here."

"Why don't you show them that your concoction _did_ work?"

"I couldn't take you with me..."

"Oh please Sandy!"

"SpongeBob, you can't come with me. You couldn't and _wouldn't _even leave the Krusty Krab for two weeks!"

"TWO WEEKS? You've never been gone _that_ long!" SpongeBob began to freak out. "What if they make you stay there? What am I gonna do? Sandy? I can't breathe water anymore! Where am I gonna live Sandy!? You _have_ to take me with you!" He tugged the arms of her lab coat and cried.

"It'd be better if you come with me so I can figure out how to make the antidote... but..."

"_Really_?" SpongeBob's bright blue eyes lit up.

Sandy didn't know how to reply. She just _really_ couldn't let him tag along. What would her family think?

_'Bringin' a sea critter home? What if they think we're dating or somethin!' _Sandy pondered the situation. She had mentioned the naïve sponge a couple of times when she had talked to her family. Okay, maybe more than a couple of times. They knew he existed, let's put it that way. They also knew that Sandy _wasn't_ crazy enough to fall in love with a sea creature!

The Texan sighed as she looked at those sapphire blue orbs staring directly into hers. '_SpongeBob, you owe me for this...'_

"Alright."

SpongeBob threw his arms around Sandy. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"Can you take 2 weeks off work or somethin'?"

The sponge couldn't believe his ears. Was Sandy _really_ gonna let him accompany her? He nodded eagerly.

"The bus arrives Saturday morning at seven. _Don't_ _be late_."

A few minutes and _a lot _of"Thank you"s later SpongeBob grabbed his helmet, which was now full of air, and ran off to his pineapple. Elated and ready to get ready for his trip with Sandy.


	2. A Not-So-Good Morning

**Authors Note: Happy Thanksgiving and thank you so so much for all the positive responses! I really appreciate it!**

**Here's Chapter 2:**** A not-so-good Morning**

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><p>That irritating, monotone beeping noise came -once again- from her night stand. The squirrel opened her eyes the tiniest bit, just to see the red numbers 5:30 glowing in the dark. A tired Sandy slammed the snooze button, quickly shutting her eyes again. After <em>weeks<em> of working on her suspired water-breathing serum, it had been destroyed in a blink of an eye.

Now, she had spent the last two stressful days packing her bags, booking _all_ of SpongeBob's plane rides and hotel rooms, asking her family to let SpongeBob also stay at their house, explaining to them that her friend was_ not_ her boyfriend and he was_ only_ coming because of a lab accident, _and _working on the antidote for the now air breathing sponge.

To put it this way, Sandy was exhausted.

She pulled the covers over her skin, hoping to get a few more minutes of precious sleep. But she couldn't get any rest with the constant rhythm of someone inhaling…

_'Wait. I live alone. Why do I hear breathing?'_

Sandy kicked her blanket off, turned on the lamp on her bed side and quickly did a karate stance, only to see her favorite sparring partner standing right in front of her.

"SpongeBob?!"

"Good Morning!" SpongeBob beamed to her discomfort._ 'How can he be so happy so early in the morning?' _Sandy sat back down on her bed. _'At what time did I tell him he should come over again?'_

Sandy stopped asking herself questions and turned to the giddy sponge in front of her. "What are you... uh... doing here?"

"Oh I just thought I'd wait till you'd wake up. I'm all packed see?" SpongeBob eagerly held up his luggage. "I've got everything ready! And guess what? No one noticed I was wearing a helmet 'sept Gary, but he isn't very happy with me because Squidward's gonna take care of him. And _he _wasn't too excited about _that_, but his eyes lit up as I told him I _really_ needed _his_ help, because I was going on a vacation for two weeks. I knew Squidward secretly does like snail-sitting! And he said he's happy that I'm gonna go away for a while- isn't that sweet? But I didn't tell him that I was going with _you_, because Mr. Krabs made a funny face when I said that and Pat-"

"It's alright, SpongeBob. Can you please get out of my room?" Sandy looked down at her nightgown and frowned.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He apologized and awkwardly sidestepped out of the door.

Sandy waited for the door to close before walking over to her suitcase.

_'This sure is going to be an interesting trip.' _She thought as she grabbed the folded outfit on top of it and went off into the bathroom to get ready.

SpongeBob watched Sandy come down the stairs. Instead of her normal attire, which was just a bikini, the squirrel was clothed in a purple tank top and jeans, along with a towel wrapped around the top of her head.

"Why are you wearing _that_?" SpongeBob asked, obviously not too excited about Sandy's new choice of wardrobe.

"Because I ain't gonna be wearing a bikini while visiting folks who barely see me!"

SpongeBob still looked unimpressed. "I _kind of_ was talking about the towel on your head..."

Sandy quickly tore the towel off her head and fluffed up the fur around her ears. She smiled sheepishly. "I forgot to take that off."

SpongeBob then smiled as well and jumped up. "I made breakfast!" He exclaimed before he ran into the kitchen and came back out with large tray of food, covered in plates of pancakes to kelp browns to fruitsalad to -_of course-_ Krabby Patties. "Oh and here's your coffee. Acorn spiced." He smiled as he set the mug in front of her and then sat down himself.

Sandy stared at the huge meal in front of her. _Did SpongeBob not know that there would be plenty of food for them on the way there? _"Thank you..." She slowly reached for a spoon and began to stir her coffee.

"My pleasure Sandy. By the way, since y_ou're_ the one taking me on this amazing trip, what are we gonna do the whole time?"

Sandy looked up from her drink and took a folded paper out her pocket. She had no idea what her parents had planned. She did know how they'd get there though. Sandy unfolded the paper and told SpongeBob about their upcoming ride. "We're going to ride the bus to Hawaii, which takes forever. Then we've got a few hours to wait on our plane in Honolulu, but-"

"_Honolululu_?"

"Honolulu_."_

_"Hononolulululu?"_

_"_Honolulu_."_

_"Honononolululululu?"_

_"_SpongeBob!"

"Okay, please continue."

"After _Honolulu_, we gotta catch our flight to-"

"_Flight?_"

"Yes. We're going to_ fly_ to the west coast; otherwise we'd have to ride the bus even longer. An' trust me. We don't want to do that. We'll stay at a hotel for a night in California, and then we finally get to fly to Houston from there, which takes approximately 4 hours."

"Weren't we going to Texas?"

"Yes. We are going to Texas. Can I eat now?"

SpongeBob nodded and put a few kelp browns on his plate.

After breakfast, SpongeBob went up to wash the dishes and Sandy went upstairs to finish getting ready.

In her diving suit, the squirrel brought down her luggage. "Okay SpongeBob, are we ready to go or-" she stopped when she noticed the male was huddled up in a corner, clutching onto his backpack. "You okay?" She glanced at the kitchen sink, where he was last. The dishes were washed, which meant he hadn't been huddled there too long.

SpongeBob loosened his grip on his back pack as Sandy approached him. "You're not an alien, are you?"

"No."

"Then… why do you always take me to the moon?"

"We ain't goin' to the moon."

"But you said that you and I are going to Houston..." His voice trailed off. _Were all land creatures aliens? What if she tried to pull him in to their evil ways? What if Sandy's serum was meant for him and all she wants to do is recruit him in their society?_

"Yes...?" Sandy didn't seem to shocked that he had found out her secret identity and doubt started creeping in to SpongeBob's mind.

"Houston _isn't_ the capitol city of the moon?"

The squirrel's mouth dropped open, and then she shut it again. She didn't know how to respond and SpongeBob knew he had to explain himself. "Patrick said, the astronauts say 'Houston we have a problem' because they contact the aliens that rule the moon." He saw her expression and nervously chuckled. Accusing your friend of being an alien is probably _not_ the best way to start a two week trip together.

Sandy stared blankly at the sponge and took the small green backpack out of his hands. "There are no aliens rulin' the moon and Houston is a big city in Texas. Now c'mon! If we miss the bus it'll be mighty expensive."

She pulled him up and pushed him out of her tree house. Although Sandy did make sure SpongeBob was wearing his helmet before opening the door to the cool ocean, anyone could tell she was extremely aggravated.

Her morning wasn't as nice and peaceful as she had planned, and SpongeBob's "Houston is the capitol of the moon" didn't help.

For SpongeBob the wait for the bus ride was nothing but a long awkward silence, the fact that Sandy still let him come with her meant she couldn't be_ that _mad.

_Maybe she was just tired._

_Hopefully._


	3. Aloha America!

**Authors Note: Sorry for the wait... I have been extremely busy lately and I couldn't get this finished till today. Anyway, thank you guys so much for the responses!**

**Chapter 3: Aloha America!**

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><p>Air is dry, tasteless and boring. So much different from the cozy, salty water that would normally rush through the holes in his spongy body- SpongeBob couldn't even take in the cool water before getting on to the bus, <em>the stupid air helmet was in the way!<em>

Sandy was right. The bus ride _was_ long. So long that the ride even had a stewardess and meals like in a long distance airplane flight. During the first part of the ride, Sandy had been busy thinking of possible ingredients for the antidote and was fine with SpongeBob sitting on the window seat. But she _wasn't_ fine whenever her traveling companion saw anything "exciting" or vaguely "different" than the rest of the ocean landscape. The two eventually dozed off during the ride, but when SpongeBob tried to use Sandy's tail as a blanket, nap time was _over_.

At that point, when SpongeBob looked out of the window, the vast amount of sand was the only thing that would have reminded _anyone_ of Bikini Bottom. Even the flower clouds were nowhere to be seen, which meant they had almost reached the surface. Sandy smiled at the thought of _real _ground under her feet, and SpongeBob smiled because Sandy was smiling.

Soon enough, helmets where passed out for all water-breathing passengers. SpongeBob, forgetting the reason why Sandy let him come with her, took a helmet as well, but Sandy quickly took it and handed it back to the bus attendant.

"Hey! I need that!" SpongeBob reached out for the helmet, leaving the stewardess confused.

"No you don't, silly. You breathe air now, remember?" Sandy tapped on SpongeBob's air helmet. The fish handing out helmets then passed 'his' fish bowl to someone else.

The ride ended quickly after that. An announcement told all sea creatures to put on their helmets, for they'd be draining the water out of the bus as they reach land. Finally, a loud gurgling sound came from the back of the bus and unexperienced sea creatures, including SpongeBob, gasped at the rapid sinking of water. Once out of the bus SpongeBob took in the breathtaking view of the beach and the huge skyscrapers of Honolulu. The way those two met together was something a Bikini Bottomite didn't see every day.

As SpongeBob and Sandy started walking across the white sand in the direction of the airport, beachgoers would greet them with a word SpongeBob didn't understand. Eventually it bugged him and he felt the need to ask Sandy about it.

"What does _Aloha_ mean and why is everyone saying it?"

"Aloha means hello and good bye."

"_Oooh_." SpongeBob thought about it for a second, and then ran over to a random tourist, "Aloha! I'm SpongeBob! Aloha... Aloha!"_.._.and he greeted every passerby until something else captured his interest.

SpongeBob ran towards a building and pointed towards two mannequins in the window display. "Look Sandy! Look! They're wearing _pineapple_ clothes! Look!"

Sandy walked over to the gift shop. The two mannequins had matching outfits with a pattern of large orange and yellow pineapples and a pink background.

SpongeBob had stopped in front of a sign. The squirrel took a glance at it and thought her friend was staring at a picture of hula dancers, but he was actually reading the words beneath them.

_A lei. Buy one of our beautiful Polynesian flower garlands and give a loved one the famous Hawaiian Symbol for love and friendship!_

_'Love and friendship?'_ He eyed a picture of the flowers and then swung the door open, ringing the bell that told the cashier that she had a customer.

"Aaaaaloha!" SpongeBob sang and quickly went over to the cashier. "I'd like the pineapple shirt in the window and the matching dress... _for the lady_." He winked at Sandy, who quickly turned away from him. SpongeBob figured she was either mad or blushing. He hoped it was the latter.

"Would you like a lei with that?"

"No thanks. But I _do_ want one of those pretty flower necklaces, you know, the ones for friendship and_ love?"_

The cashier rolled her eyes and stuffed the garland in a plastic bag before handing it to him. "Here's your-"

"Oh! Can I get that flower necklace too?" He said pointing toward a red lei. "Don't you think it'd match my tie, Sandy?"

"Sure." She said without even looking in his direction. She was searching for something to buy herself. SpongeBob then noticed the hibiscus flower in the lady's hair.

"Do you sell those pretty flowers here too?" He leaned closer to the cashier and began to whisper "I wanna get one for my..." SpongeBob giggled. "_squirrel-_friend!"

Just then SpongeBob's "squirrel-friend" walked over and tapped his shoulder, making him freeze and quickly scoot out of the way for her to get through. Sandy put a pretty bowl filled with seashells on the counter. SpongeBob looked up at his friend, she smiled at him, then she swiped her credit card across the machine and pointed towards the clothes in SpongeBob's hands. "I'll pay for his stuff too." Sandy figured the salary at the Krusty Krab wasn't too much and when SpongeBob didn't bugde at her offer, she guessed she was right. The cashier raised her eyebrows but didn't say a thing as she wrapped the bowl in an old Hawaiian newspaper and handed her two bags with their purchases in them.

Outside, SpongeBob wrapped the purple lei around Sandy's neck, and then put on his own. Smiling widely at the pretty garlands around both of their necks, he giggled. _'Sandy and I are matching!' _He waited for Sandy to pack her souvenir in her suitcase before they continued thier walk to the airport.

The airport seemed to have the word 'sixties' written all over it. The light up 'Aloha!' sign on top of the building just increased SpongeBob's new found love for the word. While they walked towards their terminal Sandy blocked his constant greetings to strangers out of her head. Luckily, she didn't block out the airport announcement that broadcasted their flights boarding time.

Sandy tugged on his suitcase, "C'mon Spongy! We can go in the plane now!"

"Oh! Okay!" He scuttled after her through a long hallway and then through the round metal door to get inside the plane. He sat next to Sandy on a seat similar to the ones in the bus. Only this time, she had the window seat.

"Dang! There are no TVs in this one!" Sandy frowned at the person in the seat in front of her. SpongeBob bent forward and tapped on the stranger's shoulders.

"You mean there are normally _TVs _in here?"

"Sometimes, I guess they think that people sitting 30,000 feet above the ground don't need any distractions." The stranger turned around only for a second and then complained about the seats being uncomfortable.

SpongeBob ignored him and turned to Sandy. All color had vanished from his face. "th- thirty _thousand _feet?"

Sandy faced the now white sea sponge, "Yeah, but you wanted to fly, right?" She smiled faintly. Hoping that reminder would cheer him up.

"But I'm only 4 inches-" He was interrupted by an announcement telling them to get ready for takeoff and what to do in case of a crash.

"We can crash?!" SpongeBob rattled Sandy's arm, taking her attention from the safety instructions.

The squirrel nodded, and then quickly corrected herself. "It doesn't happen often. I promise."

SpongeBob still didn't feel comfortable, Sandy handed him gum once the plane started moving –for the pressure in his ears she said. Coming from the deep ocean, pressure was no problem for him- _his fear of being so far above his home was._

"Let us know if we can make your flight any more enjoyable_." _The flight attendant ended the announcements.

"How can this be _enjoyable_?"

"SpongeBob, trust me on this," She laid her paw on his hand and smiled, "we've done far more crazy stuff than this!"

"But I feel sick."

"The ride just started. It ain't that bad. I promise!"

"For you maybe, this plane is shaking!"

"We just took off, that's normal-" She saw her friend reach for an airsickness bag and begin to vomit. She quickly averted her eyes from the sight. After a few shocked stares from the animals around them, once he was finished throwing up, Sandy hesitantly patted SpongeBob's back. She assured him that it wouldn't be as long as the bus ride, which relieved the sponge. _'We won't be above the clouds for so long…' _He took a deep breath and gave her a wobbly smile.

"So... Uh... How long exactly is this ride going to take?"

Sandy gulped; she knew her answer wasn't going to please him. "5 hours."

SpongeBob grabbed the paper bag and threw up again.


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